Still haven't started this bloody short story. Themed around work. I don't want it to be a thinly veiled portrait of me. I'm fed up writing about me. Maybe I could make it funny. Is work funny? Sometimes. Not often.
I need to write about someone else. Two people. Two wildly different people. Something alon those lines.
I'll give myself until Monday to think this over. Then I'll start. Honest.